Recap: You got a name or what kid?" John had felt himself twitch in anger at being called kid, but kept his composure. He then took a deep breath and said "The names Shepard. Its nice to meet you, Zaeed Massani."

Now

"Shepard eh?" Zaeed said. Zaeed was a practical man who enjoyed gunfights and paychecks. What he didn't enjoy were slavers, preferably batarians, traitors, and people who messed with Jessie. After being betrayed by Vido Santiago, he went hunting after him to exact his revenge, that included going after slavers that had some connection to Vido.

However, these slavers didn't have any connection with Vido at all and it pissed him off. In rage he had started blindly shooting any remaining batarian slaver in sight and when they all left the area he hunted them down through the forest, only to find them trying to kill an 11 year old boy with short midnight black hair, blue eyes, tan skin and was wearing dirty clothes. What impressed him was the fact the boy knew about the omni-shield. Not many people knew how to construct one as far as he had seen. So after killing the slavers he decided to see if the boy was ok.

"I feel like I should know your name." Shepard stated.

"Yea I am one of the best mercanaries in the galaxy." Zaeed boasted.

"Anything in particular you are good at?" Shepard asked.

"What do you mean?" Zaeed asked. If this brat was asking him if was really good at his job then he might have to beat some sense into the boy.

"What I mean is do you specialize in a specific type of killing?" Shepard clarified. Now Zaeed was confused.

'What is he talking about?' he thought to himself. Shepard noticed his confused look so he decided to be more specific.

"Do you mainly use guns? Tech attacks? Biotics? A combination of 2 of the 3?" After that Zaeed finally realized what Shepard was asking.

"Oh I get it. I only use guns and grenades. None of that tech or biotic shit." Zaeed said.

"You wouldn't happen to be going anywhere would you?" Shepard asked.

"What are asking boy?" Zaeed grunted out annoyed with the questions.

"I am asking if you can teach me to use guns like you do, preferably assault and sniper rifles." Shepard admitted.

"What?! Why?!" Zaeed asked shocked. This kid wanted to learn how to use rifles at this age. It was inconceivable to zaeed.

"Because I want vengeance against the scum who took my home and everyone I held dear to me!" Shepard snarled suddenly in fury. Zaeed finally realized that this boy was a colonist, probably the only one left. He couldn't deny the thirst for revenge from the boy because he himself was on his own quest for vengeance. This kid probably was far worst since he just lost his home and family.

"Wait you can use tech attacks and can obviously use a pistol." Zaeed tried to reason.

"I'm not stupid. I intend to go after the entire organization who those slavers were apart of. To do that I'm going to need more than a few omni-tool moves and pistol skills. I am already proficient in tech attacks, but it won't be enough. I'm no biotic, but I think I can take them in time if learn how to fight like a soldier and learn how to combine my tech attacks with the use of multiple guns." Shepard explained. That was when Zaeed started to realize that this kid was already starting to have a plan in his head. Shepard obviously knew his current limits and was seeking to surpass them already. In thinking this Zaeed now knew the first step of Shepard's quest for revenge: Train to become deadlier.

"Alright, I'll teach ya Shepard, but don't think I will make it easy on you, cause I won't." Zaeed said.

"I wouldn't have it any other way Zaeed." Shepard responded, eyes burning with a fire that few had.

"Right then c'mon, we're going to my ship to start your training Shepard." Zaeed said with gusto.

"Yea you got it." Shepard said as he followed Zaeed back to his ship ready for the trials ahead.

5 Years later

5 years. 5 long, painful years. Zaeed was true to his word. He held nothing back on the training: from using and maintaining the guns to assault training with them. Over the years Shepard learned how to use the assault and sniper rifles along with the shotgun, how to use all the types of armor including heavy armor and first aid as well as adrenaline. Shepard did not just spend time on the soldier training though. He refined his 'engineer' skills and kept tabs on what was happening in the galaxy as well as learning other things that could help him via the extranet. The main focus of his final year of the 5 was to combine his combat and tech training. He had succeeded quite well in that regard and started calling himself an infiltrator of sorts. Also Shepard's thirst for revenge mellowed a little and a desire for justice rose in him over the years. Now he had two reasons to go after the slavers: 1) To get his revenge on the slavers and 2) to make sure no one else will go through the same pain he did. He knows doing so will not bring the colonists or his mother back, but perhaps it will give him some closure, maybe even allow him to make peace with it. He and Zaeed got along well over the years. To him Zaeed was like a rough uncle. After 2 years of traveling with him Shepard found out why Zaeed was on Mindoir that day and promised to help him get his revenge if he asked for it. Now here they both were on capital station of the Terminus Systems, Omega.

"Well Shepard, I hope you are successful and if you need help, call and I'll be there to cause all kinds of hell." Zaeed said with a grin. Over the years his hair started to become gray and he was now missing his eyepatch. In its place was a milky white synthetic eye that Zaeed could see clearly out of.

"You got it Zaeed. And the same goes for you." Shepard replied. He was now considerably taller. When he left Mindoir he was 5'6, but now he was a solid 6' foot tall young man. His hair was now a buzz cut, not to much that he was bald, but short enough that he could put on his helmet with little trouble. (Default haircut)

With that, the two parted ways each on their own path for retribution. Now that step 1 of Shepard's plan was completed it was time for step 2: establish a base of operations as well as make a mask of his identity along with a reputation. After a few days of looking at most of Omega he finally found the perfect place for himself. (Garrus's Pad) It took awhile, but he finally got ownership not only the place, including the bridge, but several places under it that he, or someone else, could use get in or out of the place. He also bought a car, it was pretty banged and he knew he was going to have to fix it big time for it to be useful to him.

"Well, better get started." Shepard sighed.

A Few Months Later

"Finally, it's all done!" Shepard said exasperated.

"Well Shepard, it could have taken longer if you hadn't created me and stolen all those mechs." Said a voice.

"I know that Isaac, but still it took a lot of time!" Shepard mumbled.

Over the few months Shepard had broken council law and created an AI, not on purpose, but by accident. He didn't care though as long as he had someone to help him, he was happy. He named him Isaac for Incredibly Smart Accepting Artificial Companion. Since his creation Isaac understood why organics feared synthetics, but did not understand how or why Shepard wasn't afraid of him. In fact Shepard had given him several mechs to use as bodies in order to help him. Shepard also always addressed Isaac as he and him when others would likely call him 'it' and shoot at him. He decided to stay with Shepard to help him in his quest. In doing so it included helping Shepard repair and upgrade the car, and the pad. With the pad it was making the bridge act like a trap door as wells as placing auto-turrents, reinforcing the windows to withstand gunshots along with providing a kinetic barrier to each one, and shutter control downstairs. Overall the pad was a small fortress with its own private platoon inside.

Shepard had also created the mask and armor he would need to for his current phase of the plan. The mask was something that could unnerve a few opponents and it would also increase his accuracy with his weapons and kept a voice modulator inside to change the sound of his voice. Couldn't let anyone find him after all. (Cover Page for the story, but black) The armor he was using was Onyx medium armor, highest quality it came in and heavily upgraded. The upgrades included being a shield modulator X, an energized weave X, and a medical exoskeleton X. To top off the outfit he had a black cloak with a hood that would cover his mask so no one would see him from behind or the side.(Think Nyreen Kandros' cloak from the dlc Omega.)

"Well Isaac, tonight's the night I make my debut. Those guys stills making that 'trade' in that alleyway tonight?" Shepard asked, saying trade with venom.

After a minute Isaac responded "Yes and they do not suspect a thing Shepard."

"Excellent." Shepard said.

Omega, Dark alleyway 2:00 AM

The trade that Shepard spoke about was an exchange of slaves for weapons, drugs and credits. Shepard intended to take everything…. for different purposes of course.

The lead slaver was a krogan this time, specifically bloodback with several vorcha at his back with the slaves. Tonight he was making a bargain with some batarians for a decent enough hall. The krogan asked "You got the stuff?" The batarian leader nodded, "You have the slaves?"

"Show him the slaves Kreol." The krogan told the vorcha next to him. The vorcha went behind him toward the cage against the wall and pulled of the tarp covering it. Inside was at least 20 people: human, asari, turian , even a couple drell all varying from kids at 5 to adults in their 30s.

The batarian gave menacing smile. "Good haul. Well worth what you asked for. Come bring these guys the merchandise!" the batarian commanded his cohorts. What the batarians brought were about 10 crates of red sand, 5 crates of illegal weapons+ mods, and around 500,000 credits.

"Pleasure doing business with you." The batarian saif as the trade off was complete.

All of the sudden the street lights were flickering on and off and all of the sudden everyone heard one the vorcha scream. Everyone including the slaves turned to where the scream came from and noticed one of the vorcha was missing. Next sound that was heard was a gurgled cry of pain and everyone looked behind this time only to see the batarian in the far back holding his slit throat, green blood pouring out of the wound like a fountain. This continued on until only the krogan, 3 vorcha, and the lead batarian were left. The slaves were wondering what was happening and also starting hope that they were being saved.

"Spread out and find out who this fool is and kill him!" roared the krogan. He stayed behind with the batarian leader in case of emergency.

The 3 remaining vorcha, including Kreol, went down the alley searching for whoever was doing this hoping to kill them. All of the sudden 2 shots were fired and the 2 other vorcha fell down dead with holes in their heads. Panicked Kreol shot where he heard sounds come from. Noticing he didn't hit anything he started shouting.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" Then all of the sudden he heard a harsh whisper from behind,

"Here." He gasped, turned around and was stabbed in the face with an omni-blade.

Back to wear the krogan and batarian were, they had heard the commotion and then the silence that came after.

"Go to where you guys parked, get in the car and get the hell out of here." The krogan said with a grave voice.

"What?! And leave without my property!" the batarian said indignantly.

"Yes, now go." The krogan said glaring at the batarian. Disturbed by the glare the batarian started walking toward his parking space. Noticing the batarian leaving the krogan turned back around only to see 2 electrified omni-blades performing a scissor motion on his jugular. He knew he was dead the second it cut him. The heat from the blades basically made his regeneration useless, the electricity stunned him making him unable to apply medi-gel. He was internally in awe at the strategy. Simple yet deadly. As a warrior he could respect how this person could end another's life so quickly and silently. He accepted his death without a sound. The batarian was almost out of the clearing when all the sudden he heard a thud. He turned around to see the krogan on the floor dead with his throat cut open. He ran over to wear the slaves were kept, pulled out his weapon and started looking all around. He saw movement near the ceiling and fired everything until the weapon overheated.

"What the fuck are you?" He whispered panicked. Then he felt something close around his foot and next thing he knew he was hoisted up into the air, upside and was staring into slit, slanted crimson eyes.

"I'm Ghost!" The figure snarled at him. Ghost then head butted the batarian, knocking him out. He searched for the key and gave it to slaves.

"Leave this place now and spread the word that Ghost is gunning for the slavers!" Everyone was free and left the area. Ghost took the batarian, and all the stuff from the deal so he could sell it to other people and make more credits.

'When you wake up, you are going to lead me to the next group of slavers and from then on I will track them down until I reach your main base of operations, slaver!' Ghost thought as he looked at the unconscious slaver, dark thoughts swirling in his head.